Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Part One
- From the Website of Dearly Beloveds and Betrotheds
- Chapter 1The Call
- Chapter 2The Call
- Chapter 3The Reveal
- Chapter 4The Reveal
- Chapter 5The Media Play
- Chapter 6The Dinner
- Chapter 7The Dinner
- Chapter 8The Cab Ride
- Chapter 9The Dress
- Chapter 10The Beginnings of the Middle
- Chapter 11The Dress
- Chapter 12The Favor
- Chapter 13The Engagement Party
- Chapter 14The Engagement Party
- Chapter 15The Visit Prep
- Chapter 16The Appalling Call
- Chapter 17Paltrowed
- Chapter 18Venue Hunting
- Chapter 19The Miracle of La Mariposa
- Chapter 20The Call-Off Call
- Chapter 21The Blow-Off Call
- Chapter 22The Conversation
- Chapter 23The Strategy
- Chapter 24The Parting
- Chapter 25The Pickup
- Chapter 26Cards on the Table
- Part TwoFall
- Chapter 27The One that Got Away
- Chapter 28Operation Butterfly
- Chapter 29Dinner with Timmo
- Chapter 30The Scheme
- Chapter 31The Scheme
- Part ThreeWinter
- Dearly Beloveds and Betrotheds . . .
- Chapter 32The Arrivals
- Chapter 33The Mothers’ Tea
- Chapter 34The Rehearsal Dinner
- Chapter 35The Day Of
- Wedding of the Year
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Lian Dolan
- About the Publisher
The card read Timothy Lynch, and then a private cell phone number. “If I can ever be of service,” he’d said with a wink, slipping it into her hand as she passed him on the way out the door.
The card stock was heavy and the printing clean and sharp. Alexa took another sip of wine and dialed the mayor’s number. It was time to intervene. Operation Butterfly was a go.
Chapter 28
Operation Butterfly
The Mother of the Groom
The ruse was on. It was a sparkling September day, a snap in the air as if fall had decided to start that morning. Abigail could feel a frisson of excitement and intrigue as she and Sarah awaited the arrival of the private jet. Inside were the Merry Widows, Lloyd Chandra, and the corporate CEO stepson-in-law of Toots, a middle-aged man named Trey who spent the entire flight grilling the group on their plans, adding his own commentary and strategy and saying things like “Flood the zone” and “Fish where the fishes are.”
The Connecticut duo waited on the tarmac as they watched the plane land, like billionaires in a movie, an exhilarating experience. Abigail sat in the passenger seat of the van that Sarah had commandeered from the coach of a club lacrosse team in Fair Harbor. It wasn’t the luxury Mercedes coach that the Montecito contingent was accustomed to boarding on their travels, but it was clean, odor-free, and stocked with kombucha and snacks.
Sarah was behind the wheel. The next destination was Manhattan, where the Merry Widows would stay for the weekend. Operation Butterfly was underway, a multiborough plan that involved a mayor, an English lord, and the sculptor Isamu Noguchi, plus a cadre of wealthy widows from California, a handful of Daughters of the American Revolution from Connecticut, and the staff of the senior center—all in service of love.
The plan, conceived by the MOG and the MOB, was to lure Penny and Chase to the Noguchi Museum in Queens for a romantic tête-à-tête that would lead to a reconciliation and then the restoration of the wedding date. Abigail and Alexa had picked the museum in Queens on purpose, a symbolic offering of support for their new life together in a new place. Even if that place was Queens.
It was Toots who insisted the Widows be part of the plan, acting as shills to get Penny on board. Penny had been told that this was a sanctioned MW Trip and that the group was on an art weekend in New York. Even though she was still ghosting her mother, she agreed to accompany them to the museum for what she had been told was a private tour of the collection with dinner afterward. (Penny couldn’t say no to Toots.)